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Title: Just what I needed.
Author: Kanata
Fandom: Pokemon
Pairing/s: Egoshipping (Kasumi/Misty x Shigeru/Gary)
Rating: G
Notes: Dared by Skiyomi, takes place in an alternate universe bb. Spoiler:- Just What I Needed:

As I cycled down the path towards Pallet town, there he was. His hair long and brown, he wore a purple shirt with blue jeans, his shoes were dark and worn out. He played with his yellow necklace as he walked towards me. “Hey there,” he said calmly, his voice was masculine. He grabbed my hand and escorted me off of my bike, “Will you be my cheerleader?” he asked sweetly. I agreed Gary Oak was just what I needed in my life right then.

Last edited by Kanata; 21st January 2010 at 1:29 AM.

Snooki just entered the world of Pokemon! After she and her rival Alabama tried to embark into tall grass she met Rowan and obtained her first Pokemon; a Piplup which she trained to level 7 on the way to Rowan's lab!

She's the one, I just know it! Even if I've just seen her right now...and haven't seen her face yet...and I'm just looking at her from behind...I know she's the one!

Ahh...she's just so beautiful, even from behind!

With those long, curvy legs...those mid-length purple locks...that soft, snow white skin...I couldn't take my eyes off of her! She was like a shining bright light...and I was like a mere moth, attracted to her by her beauty.

A few moments later, I decided to go and say hi to her. Maybe...just maybe she'd want to go out with me somewhere...I hope I'm not too young for her!

I wonder if she'll take interest in me, a mere fifteen year old.

Ehh...I'm starting to sound like Brock, hitting on every older woman he sees.

..I don't want to go there.

Anyway, I slowly walked towards her, working up the courage to go and say hi...to go and ask her out...to go up to her, and finally see how beautiful her face looks...

It was another day at work for Paul, resident frycook at Kentucky Fried Chicken. He was busy fixing up the thighs and legs when a ding-a-ling from the main entrance bell started to ring. He looked to take their order to see that it was a beautiful red-headed mistress. He gazed at her for a bit then realized that he left his hand on the piping hot stove. "YEEOW!" he yelled in pain. He started to grumble to himself as he went up to the front register. "Can I take your order?"

The girl looked at the menu above Paul's head and said, "Can I have a Number 2?"

"Thigh or leg?" asked Paul.

"Leg please," replied Zoey.

"All right, I'll get your order in a minute." He went back to get her chicken leg when suddenly he felt himself slip on top of some spilled grease. The girl saw this and leaped up over the counter to see if he was all right. Paul opened his eyes after the travesty and the first thing that came out of his mouth was "ASH! YOU SPILT THE GREASE AGAIN!" He then looked up to see the girl once more.

"Hey you all right?" asked the red-haired girl as she helped him up.

"Yeah, you probably think that I was a bit pathetic," replied Paul as he dusted himself off. He grabbed her order and handed it to her.

The girl introduced herself, "I'm Zoey, I moved here recently. Mind having lunch with me, it gets kinda lonely by myself."

Paul took the hint and decided to join in, "Fine, just let me tell my assistant that I'm taking a lunch break then we can talk."

The two talked for a while up to the point to where Paul asked Zoey out on a date, even though they just met each other for thirty minutes, Paul could tell that this girl seemed just right for him.

As I walked down the path with Max beside me, he began to look away from my face. “Hey Mira,” he began, his voice was high and squeaky, he seemed worried. “Do you want to be my…” he couldn’t seem to say the word, his face turned bright red with embarrassment. As he wiped the smudges of off his glasses with his shirt, I reached down and took his hand. His hands were warm and sweaty, he looked at me once again, “D-D-D-D-Do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asked, his face even more red. “Sure!” I giggled as I grasped his hand even tighter, “So should we kiss?” he asked he began to grin as his face lost its bright red color, “Sure!” I said my face beginning to become red, there was excitement in my voice, my first kiss I had to be excited, we then lent towards each other and his lips met my cheek, it was like I was in heaven.

Snooki just entered the world of Pokemon! After she and her rival Alabama tried to embark into tall grass she met Rowan and obtained her first Pokemon; a Piplup which she trained to level 7 on the way to Rowan's lab!

"Plusle, Minun -- Use Spark!" commanded a smug female voice. Ursula was training her two new additions to her team -- Plusle and Minun -- for the upcoming contest. After her pokemon finished off here practice appeal, a scoff was heard behind her.

"You call that an appeal? Pathetic." Ursula spun around and frowned at the violet-haired trainer. He had his hands in his pockets and held a bored-looking face, unimpressed with what he witnessed.

"Who're you calling pathetic, jerk-face?" Ursula shot, her temper rising. She's always giving out insults to others, but when she herself retrieves it, needless to say she doesn't like it. One bit. "For your information, I just caught these two, so of course our style isn't exactly perfect," she stated, crossing her arms.

"Whatever..." Paul muttered, annoyed. Ursula huffed, annoyed by his I-don't-give-a-damn attitude. She turned back to her pair of pok&#233;mon and commanded them to use a different combination, one that had Paul breathless, unable to come up with a comment. Her appeal was a dazzling display of colors and sparks, created by the power of Plusle and Minun's positive and negative attacks.

Ursula smirked, noticing Paul's dazed stare; "So, how was that one?" she asked, her smug face as obvious as ever. Paul shook his head. He couldn't admit to this girl that he was seriously impressed...That just wasn't his style of giving criticism.

"...It was...decent," he mumbled sourly. Ursula just walked up to him and placed the tip of her index finger on his nose.

"Oh, I know you enjoyed every second with me...prune-head," she said.

"Hmph, what are you, a mind-reader?" He smirked as she blushed. "I thought so."

It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy cleaning, honestly, she did. It was satisfying to keep things in order. It made it seem like, just for a moment, everything in the universe made sense. Everything was where it belonged.

She just didn’t think she should be the chore-slave for the entire castle. She wasn’t their maid anymore after all.

So she’d arranged a chore rota. They’re had been some… opposition to the idea, but she’d won out in the end. Calcifer was left off the list because, as he bragged, he already had “the most important job in the castle”. There had been some, “Do we have to?”’s from Markl, but eventually it was decided that, yes, we have to.

The only problem left was…

“Howl!” Sophie shouted up the staircase. “It’s your turn to sweep up in the kitchen! Howl!”

“Don’t worry,” Howl said, sauntering down the steps. “I’ll do it this afternoon.”

“You were supposed to do it yesterday,” Sophie accused, pulling the stern voice trick she’d picked up in her time as an old lady.

KissMeAtDawn (7:45 pm): Hi May.MayFlower4 (7:45 pm): Hey Dawn! How are you and Drew?KissMeAtDawn (7:45 pm): That was actually what I wanted to talk to u about, May.MayFlower4 (7:45 pm): oh no! wats wrong? Did he break up with you?KissMeAtDawn (7:46 pm): well no, everything’s going great with us. Except…today when I was at his house, he didn’t hug me or hold my hand or anything.

I felt the silver locket around my wrist, rubbing it between my fingers for a moment. It was the locket he gave to me…we’d been dating for two months, going on three in two weeks. He gave me the locket for Christmas. I probably wouldn’t have gotten it if the timing hadn’t been right. I put it on a charm bracelet because I got several heart necklaces for Christmas, one from him, one from my mother, one from my grandmother, and a friendship necklace with May. I put all the charms on one bracelet so that I could even things out, and not have to worry about getting them tangled around my neck. His stood out the most for me…I don’t want to ever let go of it.

MayFlower (7:46 pm): well maybe he was in a bad mood? Ask him wat was upKissMeAtDawn (7:46 pm): yea I guess I will

I could live with that. I’d miss all the kisses, I’d miss the goodbye hugs, I’d miss sitting in his lap at his house every weekend, and I’d just miss everything, but I guess that I can deal with this…I wouldn’t leave him. For anything. I’m not ready for this relationship to end.

I stared at the water, crashing up against the rocks. I slowly climbed down the sharp boulders and dipped my toes in the tide. My feet sunk into the sand, slightly. I carefully took the heart locket, the shiniest one, the softest one, the most special one, off my bracelet. I kissed it gently, before throwing it as hard and far as I could into the ocean. I saw it splash, just like our relationship, just like my life, just like everything, and I never saw it again after that.

Title: Bored... Not Any More.
Author: Misachii
Fandom: Pokemon
Pairing(s): Chocolatestaffship(figure it out yourself )
Rating: T to be safe because of randomness.
Dared by Mr. amazing400 Spoiler:- Lights, camera, Action darling~ (no that's not the title XD):

The raven-haired boy sat, bored. Ash stared, then sipped a bit of water, then stared into space again. His friends took the pokemon to the PokeCentre and told him to stay in the cafe and wait. He was about to give up waiting and go searching for Brock and Dawn, when he saw a blue-haired boy walk his way, a lucario by his side. He wore a blue cape with a matching hat.
Ash recognized him immediately.
"Sir Aaron!" He shouted, waving his arms. The lucario noticed at first,turning his head towards the boy waving his arm and calling his master's name. The Aura Guardian followed his pokemon and saw the boy too. Aaron smiled and quickly joined his friend he haven't seen in so long.
"Ash", he said. The boy just gave a curious look, tilting his head slightly.
"You're bored, aren't you." Aaron closed his eyes and predicted.
"Cool! You can even do that with your aura!" Ash exclaimed, delighted.
"I was hoping so." Nothing else said, he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to the raven-haired boys. The hero didn't even have time to feel surprised. He just closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
Through it all, Lucario observed, taking mental notes.

As another day ended over the land of Johto, a lone campfire in a sea of forest shone like a single star in the night sky…
Lay next to the roaring fire was a girl no older than 13. She wore an orange, zip up, sleeveless jacket that reached past her hips, with a green belt strapped around her waist. She also wore a pair of black tights that reached her thighs & a pair of orange sneakers, with a white & black trim…
On each of her hands she had a white glove with black fingers & on top of her chestnut colored hair she wore an emerald green bandana, which had a white pokeball logo to one side.

As she looked up at the sky watching the stars dancing on the dark night sky she couldn’t help but notice that they reminded her of a person she knew a long time ago.

His jet-black hair, his big brown eyes, those strong yet gentle hands…& that stupid hat…She giggled at that thought.

She smiled as she thought of the last time they met. Drawing the Terracotta Town contest, that last goodbye at the dock, she almost kissed him there, but decided not too ruin the moment. & that final sight of her hero before the cliff blocked her sight.
She looked happy as she went inside the ship but inside she was in pain…

Now half way through her journey in Johto, she wondered what has become of that boy who dreams of being a pokemon master…

As the fire began to die down she crawled into her sleeping blanket & lay there.

“One day we will see each other again, & when that day comes it’ll be the happiest day of my life” She said
“When that day comes I’ll be finally in the arms of my Ash,”
& With that she drifted off…Awaiting the next day of her journey

The End

i have officially claimed the beast formally known as hippowdon...fear his awesoness
current asb w/l/d record 3-2-0 8KOs 20TPs

Title: PicnicAuthor: ZanuiFandom: PokemonPairing/s: Sunnyshipping(FlintxJasmine), Senirasushipping (VolknerxCandice), and some unintentional hints of Slushshipping (FlintxCandice)Rating: PG, but only for the incredibly light implications of curse wordsNotes: A dare by Mel-Girl. It's a lot harder to think of pairings for Flint and Volkner (other than each other) than I thought it would be! >_>;

Spoiler:- Picnic:

The weather was nice in Sunyshore as it almost always was, the sun bright and beaming with a light breeze along the coast. It was perfect for surfing and lounging around, residents and visitors alike scattered about with their Pokemon, enjoying the beautiful day.

"Ugh, I can't believe it..."

...Well, most were enjoying it anyway. Four skilled Pokemon trainers dressed in swimwear sat under a beach umbrella on top of a few cloths and towels, watching as their Pokemon ran around and had the time of their life. The blond wasn't paying attention though, obviously not amused. "Eh, what's wrong?" Flint wondered what could put anyone in a sour mood on a day like this! Then again, Volkner had a reputation lately of not being the most light-hearted. He looked up a moment at his friend, then back down at the food in his hand. "It's this wind--" Suddenly, another voice cut in. "It's not that strong! Besides, it feels good on a hot day like this," Candice interrupted, one arm around one of Volkner's own, the other holding on to a blue ice pop. She then noticed that the ice pop was beginning to drip. "Oh, dang it!" The young girl quickly began to eat it before it got too messy. Jasmine, who was sitting across from the two next to Flint, began giggling softly at the other girl, holding the stick of her own former ice pop in her hand. Apparently she knew better than her friend there, and Flint couldn't help but join in with his own laughter. "Hah! What, is this heat enough to melt Candice?"

Candice was about to retaliate with a wise crack of her own, but another light gust of wind came through and Volkner cursed under his breath. "Um... why is the wind bothering you so much, Volkner?" Jasmine was the first to ask. Volkner dropped his sandwich next to the cooler, disgruntled. "It's just... bothersome because it keeps on blowing sand into the food." Everyone was silent for a moment, before Candice starting chuckling to herself. "Is that all this is about? Here." The black-haired girl leaned upward and planted a tender kiss on Volkner's cheek, pulling away not long after. "There, is that better?" The blond took a moment to gather his thoughts before his cheeks turned red. "Wha-- I-I wasn't hurt!" Flint wrapped an arm around Jasmine's shoulders and the girl leaned against him, laughing at how embarrassed Volkner looked. "Hey Volkner, how can you be burning up when we're in the shade here?" the red-head laughed, and soon enough everyone but Volkner was laughing at his misfortune.

The goth girl took another step, listening to the crunching sound beneath her feet. She looked to the right, then to the left. Nothing. She was looking for an exit to the eternal darkness that was swallowing her up whole. Marley finally gave up. After all, there must be no exit to the cave if she spent weeks searching and still not finding it.
Suddenly, she saw a flicker of light in the distance. She raced there as soon as possible, only finding a fire pokemon. Arcanine. She stared at it, facinated. The tiger pokemon stared into the girl's deep black eyes.
For a few minutes, they just stayed like that; staring into each other's eyes. Then, suddenly, Marley smiled.
Maybe it wasn't so bad to stay in the cave for a little while longer, she thought.

The morning address had ended, and Chatot had briefed the teams. Now all that was left for Chikorita to do was confess her feelings to Sunflora.

When Chikorita was younger, she got lost in Beach Cave, a dungeon she knew all too well these days. She was at the mercy of a group of Corsola until they had been knocked out by a Bullet Seed barrage, courtesy of the explorer Sunflora of Wigglytuff’s Guild. From there, she was sure of two things: she wanted to be an explorer, and she idolized Sunflora with the passion of first love.

Breaking off from her teammate, Squirtle, she called Sunflora over. Sunflora smiled at her, and it was then that Chikorita realized the friendship she had with the Sun Pokemon. If she couldn’t have at least that, then she would lose all her drive to be an explorer. So they wished each other luck on their guild work and went their separate ways.

Chikorita understood the line between love and friendship was blurry at best, nonexistent at worst, and that a mutual friendship is always better than unrequited love.

If only the rest of us were that wise.

Pokemon Y Friend Code: 3282-3535-2249

Friend Safari: Pansage, Petilil, Gogoat

As of now, my focus is on Safaris with starters (barring Wartortle and Quilladin), but give me your Safari anyway. Chances are I'll find something interesting.

“A tragedy! An outrage! A complete and utter waste of taxpayer’s money!” Jesse bemoaned for the fourth time that day as she clung to the prison bars with almost acidic indignance.

“It’s no good, Jesse,” James said from his perch on the corner bench as he shook his head. “The law shows a lamentable lack of understanding for our unfortunate predicament.”

Jesse turned to him with her hands on her hips. “Well then, what do you suggest we do?”

James gave a small smile of triumph and said, “Instead of complaining about our confinement, let’s instead concentrate on chipping away at the very concrete that has us in custody.” He held up a small plastic spoon that had been giving to them with their evening gruel.

Jesse’s eyes went starry with hope. “With this key we will crumple the unkind stonework that keeps us ensnared!”

“Dig, dig, dig to freedom!” they chanted as they dug against the prison floor with the plastic utensil.

An hour later a very tiny groove had been worn into the floor.

Thirty seconds after that the spoon broke.

James hung his head. “Our hopes are dashed!”

“No!” Jesse said, standing up dramatically. “I won’t have it! You and I will escape from this egregious establishment—together!”

“Well, that sounds good,” James admitted. “But what did you have in mind?”

Jesse held up a hand to signify that she needed a moment, and then crossed over to the bars and put on her most polite face.

“Excuse me, but do you think it’s possible that we could get another spoon?” she asked the woman on the other side.

Officer Jenny nodded mutely and passed her another spoon figuring that if they could dig their way through that much mortar with a plastic spoon than they deserved to escape.

Cyn was washing dishes by hand after a long, boring day. She’d been cleaning since sunrise because her boyfriend Josh was coming over. She wanted to impress him as much as she possibly could for their little night in. Soon, a high pitched bell pierced the bubbly scrubbing, and Cyn froze. She quickly stashed the rest of the dirty dishes into the old dishwasher (that needed work) and ran to the door. She took a deep breath and opened it.
“Hello, my love,” Josh cooed with a grin as he stepped inside. He handed Cyn some red roses.
“Thank you, sweetheart!” She held the flowers close to her before placing a kiss on Josh’s cheek.
“My pleasure, snuggle bear.”
The couple smiled at each other for a few moments before rushing off to do what they were both waiting for.
Cyn grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him upstairs. They jumped on her bed, embracing each other.
Before long, the two were engaged in a battle. Fingers were rigorously mashing the buttons on the Gamecube controllers. Princess Peach and Sonic were flying across the screen, and damage points were suffering more and more by the seconds. This was a matter of life and death…one wrong move could send either one flying off the board. It would all be over soon….
Josh threw his controller in the air, along with his hands. “I WON! YES!”
Cyn hugged him and laughed, “that you did. It was a close battle, though, sugar cakes!”
“True, true, honey pie. I thought you had me for a second there.”
“But you beat me, my little boogie monster!”
Josh hugged his love, then, and slowly got off the bed and knelt beside it. Cyn gasped as he took out a ring case and opened it, revealing a platinum ring with a diamond heart in the center.
“Cyn, I love you, and I know that there’s no one in the world I would rather spend my life with…and forever. Will you take my hand in marriage?”
Cyn jumped up and screamed before jumping down and glomping her new fianc&#233;e. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Josh slid the ring on her finger and kissed her. “I love you snoopy kins.”

"WIL-KUN, WHERE ARE YOU?!" cried a girl with brown eyes and dark chocolate hair. Patricia was searching around the house, looking for her (ever so handsome) boyfriend, Wilbert. She had wanted to spend more time with him ever since they moved in together...but he's almost always out, claiming that he's "busy."

"Wiiiiil-kuuuun!" Patricia called once more. As she walked in the kitchen she found a small note stickied on their refridgerator door.

"Sorry I haven't been around much, but it's for a good cause, trust me," she muttered silently. She sighed in despair untill she noticed the extra writing, "Go to the back yard."

Confused, she rushed to the door leading to the back, only to have her heart nearly leap out of her chest!

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PATRICIA!" screamed all of her familiar friends.

"Wha--?" she stuttered. Then a strong pair of armes wrapped themselves around her waist.

Title: Boxcar BluesAuthor: MYSharonaFandom: PokémonPairing/s: RocketShippingRating: GNotes: Written for a dare from Skiyomi.

Spoiler:- Boxcar Blues:

Despite having used some unorthodox means of transportation in the past, James still thinks that the train he, Jessie and Meowth are currently riding on qualifies as one of the most bizarre. This impression is due in no small part to the fact that the train isn’t the type meant to carry passengers at all.

When the Team Rocket trio’s hot air balloon had burst yet again in their last encounter with the twerps, the Boss had apparently reached the limit of his patience with their near-constant requests for repair funds. He had told them in no uncertain terms that they would have to find some other way to get around that didn’t involve wasting team funds.

So it happens that they are now sitting in a boxcar, heading toward their next destination.

James glances over at Jessie. His partner had been none too thrilled by this arrangement; it’s far less glamorous than what is deserved by some of Team Rocket’s most loyal agents, in her opinion, and she’d had no problem with loudly and repeatedly saying so at the beginning of the trip. She’s since calmed down, but James knows her well enough to tell that she’s still fuming to herself.

Jessie catches James’ eye after a moment, and opens her mouth to speak. James is fairly sure he’s about to hear a second round of ranting about their situation, so he can’t help being surprised by what Jessie says.

“Well, if I have to travel like a hobo, at least it’s with you, James,” the redhead declares, her arms crossed stubbornly. She scoots over to sit next to him, and James senses that while she hasn’t let the issue go completely, and probably won’t for a long time, some of the tension around Jessie has dissipated for now.

“Yeah,” James agrees, suppressing a chuckle. “I’m glad we get to act like hobos together, Jess.”

Her smile...her name described exactly how bright it was, how beautiful it shone everytime she beamed.

Dawn...her smile; it just made me feel all giddy inside, like nothing could ever go wrong with a beautiful girl like her around. That smile of hers just comforted me, soothed me, not to mention made me melt. There was just something special about it.

Her smile was something that I could never and would never let my memory lose. It was one of my most precious treasures, something I would give up my life for.

Yep, that's how much I loved this girl.

"Ash," the radiant blunette breathed out.

I blinked twice, and then blushed; realizing I've been staring at her all this time. Why did I always have to embarrass myself in front of her? I mentally slapped myself.

"Y-Yes?" I hesitantly replied.

She shook her head, and smiled that beautiful smile of hers. "Nothing," she beamed. "I'm just glad that you're here."

There are just some nightmares that are too horrible to contemplate, and Kuwabara was doing his best not to contemplate this one. But it was difficult. That kind of thing is always horribly fascinating: like watching a car-wreck.

But honestly?! Him kissing Urameshi?! Now that was a nightmare that should be beyond imagining!

Now, he had been dreaming of Urameshi lately, but it had never been anything like that. Dreaming that Urameshi was helping him study for the big science test was fine. That had probably helped him pass. The kissing thing, though, that was absolutely NOT okay.

It was downright weird. He’d never dreamed about Urameshi when he was alive. Now that he was dead there was suddenly a flood of dreams. What was up with that?

That’s right. Urameshi was dead. That probably added another horrifying layer to the whole thing.

Why would he— Mistake! Yeah, that was it. It had to be a mistake! That’d be the kind of thing Keiko’d dream about. There was probably a… dream distribution mix up? Whatever. Something like that. There was no other explanation because he’d never dream anything like that on his own.

He threw himself into the arcade game he was playing, leaning close to the screen in the hopes that the radiation from it would somehow erase his unpleasant memories. He swerved, on edge.

It was darklord18, SPPF’s most famous Cheekyshipper. I say most famous, but really mean only. And he wanted me to do a banner.

However, it was impossible to do because he wanted a Cheekyshipping banner in which Max and Mira actually meet. Now, I don’t watch the Pokemon anime anymore, but I at least know Cheekyshipping is a nevermet pairing, and I seriously doubt the writers would ever bring either character back just to make him happy.

Fortunately, I knew a good artist, and darklord never said it had to be official, so I went with it.

Turning my attention to the Cheekyshipper, I said, “Yeah, darklord?”

“i just wanted to thank you for the banner. Your the best!!!” he said, hugging me.

It’s always nice to be appreciated.

Last edited by Nightlingbolt; 25th May 2010 at 12:53 AM.

Pokemon Y Friend Code: 3282-3535-2249

Friend Safari: Pansage, Petilil, Gogoat

As of now, my focus is on Safaris with starters (barring Wartortle and Quilladin), but give me your Safari anyway. Chances are I'll find something interesting.

I rested my head on his chest while he stroked my hair with his left hand. His other hand held mine. Our bodies were so close to each other, I could hear his heartbeat and every little breath he took.

It felt so right, being with him.

I closed my eyes, thinking how lucky I was to have a boy like him love me.

I never ever wanted him to leave me, and I never wanted to leave the positions we were in; right when I laid my head on his chest. There was just something special about Ash, and he didn't even realize it.

The way he smiles, the way he supports me, the way he laughs, and the way he loves life! Just everything, absolutely everything about him just made my heart melt.

And I'm so glad, so blessed, and so lucky to have him here with me.

By my side.

"Ash," I breathed out, without even thinking.

He stopped stroking my hair. "Yes?"

I giggled. "You don't have to stop stroking my hair."

I could tell he was blushing in embarrassment. I love how he blushes. "Oh," he murmured, and continued to do so. "W-What were you going to say?"

I smiled, and turned my head to look up at him.

"I love you," I simply told him.

He grinned, his teeth shining. "Hm, I love you too, Dawn," he whispered.